NaPoWriMo 2017 #19
It held on as a blinding tumor
Clouding my right eye for two years
Before I ran off to the desert
In search of healing.
When they removed the tumor
What I saw stopped my heart:
A flash, all at once, all of it,
I understood the gift
Of being half blind.
I'm thankful for the fake re-death
Induced by merciful drugs
By angels holding bed pans-
I'm grateful for gradual re-awakening
In this starched white hospital bed.